Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.